If I had words

I would speak

In a forest I became sound

2010-2019

A crack.

A crack in a wall.

A crack in a wall in a room.

A crack in a wall in a room in a house.

A crack in a wall in a room in a house in a field.

A crack in a wall in a room in a house in a field in a landscape.

A crack in a wall in a room in a house in a field in a landscape in a world.

A crack in a wall in a room in a house in a field in a landscape in a world in a space.

The collapse of features.

oscillate between these banks

where grey spray scatters sadness into my soul

I understand,

that I will not find, what I love in what I do,

but what I do is  more necessary than what I love.

I understand,

that the streams I’ve cut through,

have cut through me,

I have merged and diffused into them,

impossible to distinguish.

 

LETHARGY
INTOXICATION
EXCESS
RADICALISATION

dwell into vision. inhabit a space.

imagine it as a sphere.

augment its horizons.

diminuish its truth.

shift its boundaries.

shift its poles.

conjure its ghosts.

imagine its skins.

imagine it new. imagine it being you.

Fade into you /

into the void

clockwork palermo

 

ancient capital of change and echo,

palmed by Catalfano and Pellegrino,

two mountains, casting shadows,

shaping hands that wander

 

sicilian soil

/

tyrrhenian sea,

carving the cities outlines.

 

 

For

 

Repitition/Precision/Divinity

 

 

 

People of palermo

 

Dedicate the young to night

/

expose the old to light

 

 

So there, time

 

Vibrates / vortexes

 

Pours out of broken cups on the city

 

The people of Palermo prefer to be nameless.

 

They never announce themselves by names – they recognize themselves

In other terms.

To strangers they introduce themselves,

with invented names and invented lives.

They are as convincing – you never meet a person twice.